I saw my friend in need
And gave the best in me
He took it well
And then came back
For what was left of me
I gave him more
And gave him more
Till naught was left to see
I can't say no
They won't withhold
Till they take everything
Is it me
Or is it them?
Their weakness or my strenght
I am my brothers keeper
But should I keep him above myself?
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